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“Welcome to the Ice Palace,” Ellis said.
Chapter 16
I had expected harsh, angular modern architecture like the Ice Academy complex. Instead, Sheila Lin’s house was pure Hollywood glamour.
The facade was all white: painted brick, custom-glazed terra-cotta roof tiles, arched window casings. Fluted columns flanked the front door, which could only be reached via a steep imperial staircase. I’d grown up marveling at the Gilded Age mansions on Chicago’s North Shore, but the Ice Palace put them all to shame. It looked fit for a movie star. Or a queen.
Ellis tossed his keys to the valet—who was dressed much better than Heath—and we ascended the staircase. I picked up my feet like a trotting horse, but Arielle’s trendy platform sandals kept catching on the steps. Heath put a hand on my waist to steady me and kept it there as we made our way inside.
The interior was white too: the floors, the walls, the furniture, the marble mantelpiece in the two-story living room. The only hint of color came from Sheila’s Olympic gold medals, hung above the fireplace like hunting trophies.
I didn’t see Sheila herself, but the space was already packed full of other athletic luminaries. In the center of the room, Sheila’s old partner, Kirk Lockwood, held court, leaning against the back of a sculptural chair with the sort of haughty I-belong-here ease Heath and I struggled to cultivate in our Cole Porter program. Since retiring, Kirk had started doing commentary for skating competitions, and it was strange to hearhis smooth baritone voice live and in person instead of through my television speakers.
The rest of the crowd was similarly impressive. In addition to the many Olympic medalists, there were movie stars, rock stars, fashion designers, fashion models, and politicians—including Josie Hayworth’s senator father and his fake-blond second wife.
All three Hayworths stood by the massive sliding doors that opened to the backyard, talking to Garrett Lin. Josie kept touching Garrett’s arm and laughing so loud I could hear her over the jazz combo playing out on the patio.
“What do you think?” Ellis said. “Food first, or should we rescue Garrett before Josie unhinges her jaw and swallows him whole?”
“Why do you skate with her anyway?” I asked. Ellis wasn’t the most talented skater, but he was decent enough—and male ice dancers were in such demand, even the mediocre ones had their pick of partners.
He shrugged. “Her parents paid the best.”
“Theypayyou?” Heath said.
“They pay for everything. Training, housing, equipment, costumes, travel. It’s the only way they can get anyone to put up with their darling daughter for more than a season. I’m her third partner. Or is it fourth? I always forget.”
Across the room, Garrett edged away from Josie, bumping into the doorjamb. Instead of taking the hint, she stepped closer, squeezing his bicep.
“Looks like she’s gunning to make Garrett Lin number five,” I said.
“In her dreams. He’s too rich to be bought, and too nice to ever leave his sister.”
Garrett noticed us looking his way. His face lit up with a smile. He excused himself from his conversation with the Hayworths—leaving both Josie and her stepmother with sour-lemon expressions—and crossed the room to greet us.
“Hey! You made it.” Garrett bent down and kissed my cheek. Heath’s grip on my hand tightened. “Are you hungry? Can I get you a drink, or—”
“We’re good,” Heath said.
Garrett glossed right over Heath’s attempt to speak for me. “Kat?”
“Water would be great,” I told him. “Thank you.”
“Come on, it’s a party! The bartender makes these incredible pomegranate daiquiris.” He grinned. “Virgin, of course.”
“Okay, I’ll take one of those.” I couldn’t help smiling back; even at fifteen, Garrett’s charm was infectious.
“Me too,” Ellis said.
Garrett mimed writing down our orders. “Two daiquiris, coming right up. You sure I can’t get you anything, Rocha?”
Heath shook his head, mouth set in a sullen line. As soon as Garrett headed toward the bar, I leaned over to whisper in Heath’s ear. “He’s just trying to be nice.”
“Trust me,” Heath said. “I’ve noticed howniceGarrett Lin is to you.”
He didn’t bother with whispering—and Ellis didn’t bother to conceal his delight at the obvious tension brewing between us.
I tugged on Heath’s hand. “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”
